From: paarke@aol.com

Muscle Boy takes on the City

Sillhil City was not your average place. If ever anything was going to go 
wrong, it was going to go wrong there. It had been destroyed and rebuilt more 
times than anyone cared to remember. The citizens thought that they had seen 
it all, but they were wrong. The last time it had been flattened it was by 
something a little more out of the ordinary. Six years ago Sillhil City must 
have looked like the aftermath of a huge nuclear explosion. Today, it was 
proud once again. The huge skyscrapers towered high into the air, the airport 
and the landmark suspension bridge had been completely rebuilt. The hot sun 
was shining down and the water in the bay was calm and still. 

Just like the last time. Chief Minister Flower looked out of his window to 
the waiting crowd outside and decided it was time to start. 

Today was the inauguration of the newly rebuilt parliament and marked the 
return of Sillhilia to normality. The Chief Minister walked around the 
thousands of people gathered in the Parliament Square and stepped up onto his 
podium, dwarfed by the new founders statue that stood right beside him. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been six long years, we have all been to hell 
and back and no-one else could ever imagine our struggle to survive and 
rebuild, but today, I can finally announce that Sillhilia is open for 
business.

	Jamie Gates stood on the observation deck of the new Telecom Tower. He 
watched with interest the scenes unfolding in Parliament Square. He was 
really going to enjoy spoiling the party. Jamie had recently turned 18 and 
had decided to pay a visit to the city as a sort of present to himself. His 
big cousin Steve had been here too when he was 18. That was six years ago and 
the city had only just got over his visit. Steve had been a lot bigger than 
Jamie when he had trashed the city but Jamie hoped that he could make his 
mark, maybe get something from the authorities to make him go away. Jamie 
stood and admired himself in a mirror for a moment. He was 6'4 with cropped 
blond hair and blue eyes. No one could deny how good-looking he was. 

He was wearing a huge baggy top and a baggy pair of jeans. At least they were 
supposed to be baggy. The problem was that they were skin tight on Jamie, he 
struggled to get them on, the inhuman muscle caused the fabric to stretch 
tightly over his body. Every muscle in his body was clearly visible, his 
colossal biceps swelled as he moved his arms, the veins were even visible 
through the shirt, his immense quads and calves looked like they had a denim 
skin, in fact he looked as if the slightest movement would make his clothes 
explode off him. 

Jamie walked across to the door into the lobby, he didn't bother to 
turn the handle. The door, still in its frame ripped easily out of the wall 
taking lumps of concrete with it. Jamie flung it across the room embedding it 
in the wall. He began to make his way towards Parliament Square.

The cheering crowd began to fall silent as they realized something was wrong. 
The cordon of police officers in front of the podium were flung through the 
air like dolls. Every one fell into a stunned silence as the mountain of 
muscle stepped up onto the podium. 

The dignitaries quietly moved away. "Hi. My name's Jamie.

I'm the God of muscle. I think you met my cousin Steve. He was here about six 
years ago. I'm taking over this city and you will all cooperate and 
give me what ever I want. In case you think I don't mean business I'm 
going to prove it to you." Jamie stepped over to the new statue. 

400ft of solid granite, it towered over the crowd. Jamie began to push at the 
concrete plinth with the open palms of his hands. Nothing seemed to happen 
for a moment. Jamie's face reddened and his muscles began to swell. There was 
a loud tearing noise as his huge arms, bigger than anyone had ever seen, 
burst through the sleeves of his shirt, it tore right across his huge chest. 
Finally his thick neck ripped the collar apart and the shredded garment fell 
to the floor, ripped only by the huge muscles that it had struggled to 
contain. 

Jamie took a punch at the concrete, making a hole and enabling him to get 
better leverage. His gargantuan quads and calves began to free themselves 
from their denim prison, tearing through the tough material like wet paper. 
Soon Jamie was naked except for his work boots. The statue began to rock 
visibly and the crowd ran screaming in al directions. Jamie let out a 
gargantuan yell and gave the statue one huge push, the podium buckled under 
the massive strain of his legs. The huge granite structure toppled over and 
smashed to the ground. The crowd froze in horror, unable to comprehend 
exactly what this huge muscleboy could be capable of. A chunk of flying stone 
hit Jamie on the head, knocking him unconscious. A group of policemen seized 
the opportunity and grabbed him. It took eight officers to put him into the 
van, the van groaned under the huge weight. Jamie woke up in a cell. The 
authorities had tried to allow for any possibility when they had rebuilt the 
city and this cell had walls of armour plate 6 inches thick, surrounded by a 
foot of concrete. The heavy door would have made a bank vault jealous. Jamie 
managed to squeeze the tip of his fingers into a gap around the edge of the 
huge door. 

Soon the sound of squealing, straining metal filled the room. They were going 
to regret doing this to him.